A R I A N A
I gasped seeing as he tripped the paper apart.
“Why did you do that?” I snapped, my fear turning into anger. “Why did you tear them?”
Dante didn’t answer right away, he just let the two pieces of the divorce paper fall from his hands onto the expensive rug then he looked at me, his dark eyes intense.
“Cutting ties with your father,” he said, his voice low and firm, “does not change the fact that you are mine, our ties are not going to be cut off not now, not ever.”
I stared at him, my mouth hanging open, what is wrong with him? How could he say that?
“You don’t even know what you’re saying!” I cried out, my voice breaking the tears coming fast now. “I was just a business deal to you! A merger! That’s all! Now there is no business with my father! There is no deal! So you
